Lyrics:
the morning….really late at night….
Middle of the day…...
Please believe you gonna see them
Deer crossin (3x)
in the sticks
deer crossin (3x)
Verse
Is that a buck?
the judge got Wyclef confessin
"Yo, I murdered Steve Austin," now I'm wanted by Bionic Woman
Women bring you more miseries like that movie
Stress go to India,
(Hi, hey, love, I'll come check you out)
(Never gonna give up on you)
(So what are you gonna show me first?)
Yeah, we gonna do it like this (well)
pop that coochie for a goon, ho
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store
Hamburger Helper
Nigga you want to take us like desert sketch, I leave you scared
Nigga I got a partna by the name of Chris, that's Redd
People say I got
cold with that shit that you do...ya mood shocked me
Unlike these other hoes in ya crew you don't jock me
I'd like to get ya phone number just to see
then why would I wanna be cool with you
If you don't like me for who I am then who am I
Shit I gotta find out myself they call me three but I don't even
half of africa
And you don't know the half
Have nots robbed by the haves
Signin new money like signin autographs
Mcdonalds billions sold
America billions
I see it I like it I buy it
I don't even look at the price
Catch a play, Jerry Rice
My niggas pull up on them bikes
We pouring purp with the sprite
We
innumerable"
It was a pretty good GPA
We got a couple of good grades
And it sounded like a pretty good seven inch
And winter didn't seem so cold
And I had
down, I treat his mama like my mother
Gon' spin the Glock, step on they max and start subtractin
Tossin' dirty Glocks after we shoot, cause they can't
flown
But I walk away from the bullshit
And you don't stop, and you don't quit
It's just a day in the life (of three black men)
It's just a day in
mind
Cause I fill you up with hollows till you empty
Don't tempt me; I paint your face like a fucking mime
My chopper anti-American
Kissing the bullet;
This that dark vibes three shit
Its like this shit is my calling
Dont question my niggas you know that we all in
We following through we aint
a struggle, a puzzle the pieces so scattered
We find 'em, take your time and put it together
Nigga, quit walkin' around like you're blinded
Put your mind
with
You'll squeal with you
I like to start it out from
The bottom and build with you
Be on my last dollar and
Split the bill with you
I'm twenty-three
knowed it was!
He had some human flesh
Stuck underneath his claws
You know, it looked to me
Like it was titty skin!
I said, "you son-of-a-bitch!"
('cause i
don't go no handles (bah, baow)
We be pullin' up back to back, play, we gon' handle that
I'ma walk in with Three and Montana
Go to buckin', won't wait
Jesus
The King of all Kings
He was sacrificed for you and for me
You can't see unless
You've been washed by He
If I didn't have Jesus
I don't know where
like Max a pussy brains blown
The stains shown no tax you fassy Toon ain't a buffoon for catching an M
I'm Nubian as Julien scratching his pen every
black like the Panthers
We seen your Sway freestyle, Omelly ain't the answer
You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers!
(Kanye) You
refresh ya when you black
Other day cop pulled me over asked me “Boy who’s car is that?”
Like he gon see me as intruder cuz my car and skin don’t match
I
y'all
Crack is back again (oh-oh)
Had to rip this track again (oh-oh)
And when it's packed like The Garden
You know it's the Squadron
The god,
believe we [ON]
20 inch rims doing donuts, word is [BORN]
Big bucks make bitches go nuts
Aaa the mystro's ice glow like a light show now
can't slow down, I
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